Author: Lizard69
Title: That Awkward Age
Part: Part 2
Summary: Early adolescent boy introduced to the world of pervs.
Keywords: Mm, nc, Mdom

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   That Awkward Age Part 2 (Mm, reluctant, Mdom) 
   by Lizard69

   "A fuck toy?!  You're kidding!  You absolutely cannot be serious.  Ok,
maybe you're right about Henry.  Something in my head is so messed up I go
there even when I know what's going to happen.  That's not, like, asking
for it."

   I have to give Charles credit, he didn't laugh out loud, didn't even
crack a full smile, just stood there while I thought about what I'd said. I
was wrong, it was exactly like asking for it.  But I was right too.  Maybe
that first time broke something inside my head.  Maybe it was already
broken but I didn't find out until Henry.  Once I knew what he wanted, I
couldn't *not* do it.

   "What would I have to do?"

   "Mostly what you do now.  I wasn't kidding when I said you were past the
big step.  After the first time you make a pervert cum learning how to do
it better is just icing on the dick.  It's more about what you are than
what you do.  That isn't something you can change it's, like, something you
find out.

   "Look at it this way.  Every new person you meet is different from
everybody else you know.  Right?"

   "Well...  Yeah, no two people are exactly the same."

   "Are you the same person with everybody you know?"

   "Sure.  It doesn't matter who I'm with, I'm still me."

   "Really?  Your mom and your math teacher know the same kid?  A woman who
can't define the difference between a cow and a cube root knows the same
Preston as a math teacher that never changed your diaper and doesn't care
about missing that experience?  The priest at your church knows the same
kid Henry does?  I don't think so.  Unless you've been making some really
interesting confessions."

   "Uh...  Ok.  But I'm *me*, I don't turn into somebody different when I'm
with different people!"

   "Maybe not.  Some of them know more about you than others.  None of them
knows everything.  You don't even know everything about yourself.  You're
still finding out.  Some of it is stuff you'd tell the whole world, like a
perfect score on a math test or helping the old lady next door clean up her
yard.  Going back again and again so Henry can make you be his cunt is
something you maybe didn't need to know and sure as hell won't share with
too many people."

   "You got that right.  I wouldn't actually die if everybody knew but life
wouldn't be much fun."

   "It's part of what you do now, like delivering papers or helping that
old lady.  Even if you get paid for it you still get a kick out of giving
them something they want or doing something for them.  I'll bet you get a
bigger kick out of the stuff you don't get paid for like helping your mom
around the house or studying extra hard so you can impress your math
teacher."

   "Yeah, I guess."

   "None of that comes close to what you do for Henry.  Or what he does for
you."

   "Don't you mean what he does *to* me?"

   "Really?  Think about it.  You could jack or suck him with your clothes
on.  Why do you think he makes you get naked?"

   "'Cause he's a pervert?"

   "Ok, that too.  He *likes* having you naked.  But It's not just about
him.  He's not blind.  He can see you getting stiff before you get all your
clothes off.  Hell, if he's wearing his glasses and your slacks are a
little snug he can see you're hard before you get to his door.  He could
take the time to sweet talk your pants off, but it would take a lot of time
and you don't really want that anyway."

   "Well...  Yeah...  I'm not queer."

   "Uh huh.  You're a perv.  Maybe not as big a perv as Henry, but enough
to understand how much pleasure he gets from doing it to you.  You're
perverted enough to be just a little bit proud that you can make him that
horny.  The sex is creepy, weird, and kind of scary.  Sure, he has to make
you do it.  He doesn't have to work very hard to get what he wants.  It
doesn't take a real perv long to figure out you're not really so nice.  So
he tells you when and where, that way it's partly your own fault just for
being there.  Then he makes you get naked, so you can't hide how hard you
get...  even if you wanted to."

   I spent most of the next week thinking about that, "even if I wanted",
comment.  What did I want...  really?  Charles said that perverts, and
everyone else, usually had to settle for what they could get but what did I
*want*?  I wanted to cum, at least once a day, more if I could manage it. I
wanted to do it with a girl or at least I liked to think about that while I
was jacking off.  Honestly, girls scared me and the prettier they were the
more trouble I had.

   It was different with Henry.  It was gross and uncomfortable and really,
really, embarrassing but cocks didn't scare me as much as girls.  The
people who knew about it didn't argue with me when I said I wasn't gay. 
Only, it wasn't like they agreed with me...  more like that part of it
didn't matter.  Did it?  How much did it matter?

   Henry raped me...  I didn't see it coming, couldn't make it stop.  It
was six different kinds of terrible.  But after talking with Charles it
wasn't...  unexpected.  Who, when, where, and the details of what, were all
a surprise but...  My strongest memory of the first time was about the
whole experience being so intense, and thinking, "I'm not ready for this".
Like, from the day Charles told me about this stuff I expected it to
happen, sooner or later.  His comment that, "some kids like it", woke
something deep in my head that maybe should have been left alone.

   What did Charles call me?  Henry's cunt?  Maybe I was.  I knew for
certain on my next collection day I would be.

   *****

   "It's not enough."

   I knelt there naked and wondered what else there could be.  He'd zipped
up while his cum was still in my mouth...  on my face...  trickling down my
chest...  hell, some of his stuff was in my *hair*.  My ass hole felt, not
sore exactly.  The sensation was getting real familiar but is hard to
describe.  If I woke up from a coma with it feeling this way I'd know
without thinking I'd just been fucked.  The last few strokes could get
pretty brutal so it didn't bother me to have him finish on my face.

   "The thought of you stroking all week when I only get to fuck you Sunday
is driving me nuts.  Even if I was your last delivery, I can't drag you off
your bike and make you knock down my morning wood.  If you start getting
late for school the paper route is history."

   "So?  You want me to tell mom to keep my supper warm while some pervert
rapes me?  What if she's, like, no sex until you finish your homework?"

   "Remember you said that.  You're not my first boy, not even in the first
half dozen.  You can't do this kind of stuff for years without having a few
close calls.  So far nobody came busting in to pull their kid off my cock.
One kid suddenly went to live with distant relatives.  A couple got sent
off to boarding school.  Probably not the smartest move if they were upset
about their kid getting dicked."

   "You think their folks knew?"

   "It's hard to say.  There was one, a single mom...  She made it plain I
was not on her Christmas card list.  She wasn't the least bit happy about
her kid being anywhere near me but she never actually said why.  I wasn't
the only one doing her boy, never did find out how much she knew or when
she found out.  By the time he was in high school he was certain that she
knew about the men and that he was aware of her, uh, lack of ignorance.  It
was easier for them to avoid the subject than try to explain why they
hadn't said anything sooner."

   "I don't even want to imagine walking into the house and mom knowing
what I just did!"

   "Another reason to stop this regular Sunday evening thing.  It isn't
enough to keep me happy but it's plenty to make them curious.  What time do
you get home from school?  Is anyone there?  Is it the same time every
day?"

   "Mom's home.  I have an advanced math tutor twice a week.  The other
days, sometimes I go straight home, sometimes I don't.  Dad gets in at five
thirty.  We usually eat at six and as long as I'm home by then and my
homework gets done nobody gets their undies in a bunch."

   "Ok, from now on you have a new way home.  The days you don't have
advanced math you're gonna ride your bike down the alley behind my place. I
have a watering can I use for a couple of plants not worth the trouble of
dragging out a hose.  If that can is on my back porch, the storage shed
will be open.  Stick your bike in there where the neighbors won't see it
and come inside.  Don't bother to knock.  The less time you spend standing
around outside the better.  If you don't see the can, keep rolling.  I'm
either not home or have other plans.  I'll go back to paying for the paper
on Sunday afternoon like the rest of your customers."

   Monday was tough.  I spent almost as much time thinking about my new
schedule as I spent ogling my female classmates.  In fact, it was
impossible to think about what I wanted to do with them, without thinking
about what Henry wanted to do to me.  Only the girls were like, "in your
dreams dude", while Henry was a "definite maybe".  It was almost a let down
when the can wasn't out.  Tuesday was study.  Wednesday was actually easier
to deal with than Monday had been.  Sure, it was possible he wouldn't want
to do it yet but when I woke up that morning I was already thinking of the,
"after school special", as a done deal.  There were some movies aimed at
kids with that label dealing with stuff like drugs, divorce, bullying, you
know.  If they made one about what I was doing, I wasn't old enough for
them to let me watch it.

   The can was out.

   The full impact didn't settle on me until later as I got ready for bed.
Nobody paid any attention to me riding my bike, or knew what was going on
inside at Henry's.  It was only crossing his yard coming and going that
might raise eyebrows, call it less than a minute each way.  Eventually I'd
get more relaxed about it.  That first time felt like running naked through
church.  I was still in such a hurry when I got inside that I was naked
almost before he knew I was there.

   "Such an eager little cunt.  I like that in a kid.  You ready to do
whatever I want?"

   "I guess."

   "No guessing.  We both know I'm going to use you...  your mouth, your
ass, and anything else for my sexual pleasure.  That's why you're here. 
That's why you're naked.  I didn't ask if you wanted it and don't care much
one way or the other.  I asked if you're ready."

   "Uh, yeah.  Go on, do it."

   "Such enthusiasm!  That's ok.  You're coming along faster than I
expected."

   "Charles said you're training me."

   "Charles talks too much."

   "Then it's true?"

   "Not like training a dog or a horse.  Not even teaching really, if you
use that word to mean showing you things you don't know.  I can't change
you, make you into something you're not.  I'm not sure there is a word for
getting you to think about the things you already know but maybe wish you
didn't."

   "Huh!  Somehow I never got the idea you wanted me to think."

   "Depends.  You were thinking about perverts before I ever met you.  Now
you're getting used to the idea of being man fucked."

   He bent me over the table and started working a couple of greasy fingers
up my butt, getting it slippery, opening me up.

   "You can't think about sex without thinking about this.  You're also a
horny young boy.  You can't go twenty minutes without thinking about sex.
You're stiff before I get started and half crazy by the time I'm done.  You
couldn't go an hour after you leave here without jerking a load off if you
went straight from here to church."

   "I don't want to..."

   "Who said anything about what you want?  I'm talking about what you
are."

   Henry got his cock into me far enough I could feel the ring of my ass
hole gripping it just behind the head.  Then, instead of thrusting, he
wrapped his slippery fingers around my own stiffy, resting his hand against
the edge of the table.

   "Fuck my fist."

   "I...  I can't.  Please don't make me do that."

   "I have as much time as you need.  We both know I'm gonna bust a nut in
your hot, tight, boy cunt and you're going to jerk off thinking about it.
It'll go a whole lot quicker if you quit being so shy and do both at once."

   Half way through the night I was still wide awake, watching the shadows
on my bedroom ceiling, unable to think about anything else.  Trapped
between Henry and the table, the only way to pull my stiffy out of his hand
was forcing my...  "boy cunt", onto his cock.  I wasn't particularly
surprised to find the head still trapped when he was in me to the hilt.  Of
course, the only way off his cock was to shove mine back into the grip of
his wet slippery fingers.  That was just a partial fix.  I wouldn't really
be free of him until he finished having his fun, fucking my...  No!  My
hole was still a hole.  If there was a, "boy cunt", wrapped around his
squirting dick when he finally finished, it was the whole boy.

   My eyes squinched shut and a tear trickled back towards my ear as I felt
a far too familiar stirring in my sleeping shorts.  I still wasn't finished
jerking off, not if I expected to get any sleep at all before school the
next day.  My hand seemed to move of its own volition as my whispered words
again brought that moment to the front of my thoughts.

   "Cunt.  Creepy, perverted little, cock happy cunt..."

   For all practical purposes, Henry had fucked me once at his place, then
raped me most of the night after I got home.  It was Monday before the
watering can was out again.

   "You said once a week wasn't enough for you."

   "It isn't.  Unfortunately, fucking the paperboy isn't always my highest
priority.  Now shut up and suck."

   He must have been pretty horny.  Jacking and sucking got him off in a
couple of minutes.  Kneeling there naked, looking for something to wipe the
cum off my chin, I couldn't decide if I should be happy or humiliated that
I seemed to be getting good at this.  Henry came back in the room and I
looked up, expecting him to hand me a towel, just in time to be dazzled by
the camera flash.

   "Oh God!  Not photos!  I thought you wanted to keep it a secret."

   "I do, but you won't.  Besides, kids grow up.  You'll stay cute for a
few more years but you'll never be younger than you are right now."

   "What do you mean I won't keep it secret?  I'd fuckin' *die* if anybody
found out about this!"

   "Oh please, skip the drama.  You told Charles while you were still
looking for your first pervert.  He didn't tell you there was only one old
guy hot for kids, did he?  What makes you think he only told me you were
looking for it?  Even if he hasn't, you won't be able to keep it a secret
any more than the old guys can keep you from knowing they're interested."

   "They know?!"

   "Calm down.  It's not like you're running around with your hardon
bouncing in the breeze.  Most of the men who would like to fuck you will
never know it's possible.  Either you won't pick up on them checking you
out, or something about them will turn you off before it goes anywhere. 
Nobody is going to hit on you unless they're pretty sure they can get away
with it."

   "Then nothing is going to happen."

   "Only if you fall out of bed, wake up, and discover everything up to now
is just a horny nightmare.  If you don't know what you're going to do next,
ask Charles.  He's been where you're at."

   It took me a few days to corner him where we could talk.

   "Who did you tell besides Henry?"

   "Nobody yet.  Do you want me to?  I could use the money."

   "Are you crazy?!  I don't know what I was thinking when I let you tell
Henry!"

   "Ask the little head, you weren't using the big one."

   "Yeah, well, what now?"

   "It's up to you.  It doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl, the cunt
makes the rules."

   "Henry makes me do it."

   "After you show up looking for it.  You don't like his game, play with
somebody else.  Want me to follow you around again?  I could have you doing
three different guys in less than a week.  You got the look."

   "The look?"

   "That fresh scrubbed, cute kid, scared that somebody will find out
you're horny, look.  The perverts will hump anything that doesn't bite but
a kid like you drives them nuts."

   "That other boy..."

   "He's got it too.  He's not so picky though.  I don't have to find dates
for him, just make sure they share.  It was kind of tough to pry him loose
from the perv who broke him in.  Now he keeps enough guys happy that it
would be too much trouble for any one of them to try taking him off the
roster.  Is that what you want?"

   "I don't want to do it with anybody!"

   "Yeah...  Right...  Look me up when you're not so full of shit."

   "Hey!  Wait!  Henry said you can tell me what happens next."

   "You're kidding!  You really don't know?"

   He stared at me while I looked everywhere else and started to blush.

   "Cripes!  You really are that innocent.  Ok, you went from finding out
to getting horny thinking about it.  Then he made you do it, and it was
this huge awful thing, until he made you do it again, and maybe it wasn't
so huge.  A few more times, and maybe it wasn't even so awful.  Then one
day he makes you cum while he's doing it.  It goes back to being this huge
awful thing, but different.  All of a sudden he's not the only pervert in
the room when you're getting fucked.  You're scared spitless somebody is
going to find out."

   "So?  What happens?"

   "Somebody finds out.  What did you think would happen?  What matters is
who they are and what they do about it.  Henry was old when I was with him.
He isn't getting any younger.  You're showing up during the week now. 
He'll talk about having you as often as he likes, doing it until you walk
funny, but that's just horny talk.  Did he take your picture yet?"

   "Yeah."

   "That's kind of the high water mark.  He isn't going to chase you away.
I think he'd do me, just for old times, if I showed up looking for it.  But
now he has something to remember you and isn't gonna cry if you never go
there again.  Other pervs are checking you out.  That's nothing new. 
You're starting to notice it.  You know what they want to do with you now
and at least a few of them will see that you don't have a problem with
that."

   "You're kidding...  right?"

   "Don't try so hard to be stupid.  I'm not saying you'll start climbing
the first guy that gives you the eye.  There isn't any set number of times
you can cruise some perv before you have to take it up a level or watch him
lose interest.  I could set you up with another guy like Henry, not really
rough but doesn't care if you want it or not.  That's kind of like running
in place.  Better to pick some guy who's interested and start thinking
about how he could do you."

   "I don't know..."

   "Do it like you think about girls.  It doesn't have to be realistic. 
The hottest girl in class isn't going to walk up to you and tell you to
stop drooling and fuck her already.  Not in the real world and maybe not
even in your dreams.  That doesn't mean she's never thought about it. 
Remember the guy who runs the hobby shop?  When you go to bed tonight
imagine yourself alone with him in his office, on your back, on his desk,
bare naked, with your knees pulled up and spread for him."

   "You're serious?"

   "Uh-huh.  Then back it up a step.  What did he say or do that got you to
spread?  What got you on the desk?  Undressed?  Into his office?  What was
the first thing said by you or him that made you something different from
the other customers?  Then hang around his shop, tell him you'd like to ask
something kind of personal.  If he goes for it run that first thing past
him, either as something you said that got more of a reaction than you
expected, or something said to you by some other guy who seems kind of
nice."

   "He's not going to follow my imagination step by step!"

   "Of course not.  Maybe not even the first step, not right away.  If you
let him know the subject doesn't scare you and he's really interested,
he'll bring it up again sooner or later."

   It was a few days later when I saw him again.

   "How'd it go?"

   "Uh, he did it."

   "He took the hint?  Started flirting?  Awesome!"

   "Not flirting...  he *did* it."

   "Ok...  give...  all the nasty details"

   *****

   The bell over the door rang as the last of the other customers left.  He
opened early on Saturdays.  I hardly had time to finish my paper route
before he got there, along with three or four others waiting for him.  The
first rush was buyers not shoppers.  They all needed something in
particular and were in a hurry to get out and start using it.

   "Is there something I can help you with?"

   "Maybe...  Mr.  Uh..."

   "Curwin, Ian to my friends."

   "I'm Preston.  Can I ask you something?  It's kind of personal and
doesn't have anything to do with hobbies, at least not the ones you sell
stuff for."

   "You can ask.  Don't get upset if I tell you to mind your own business."

   "There's this guy, not really old but a grown up, not a kid.  A couple
of times now I noticed him watching me."

   "Watching you?"

   "Yeah, mostly the normal stuff, like grownups keeping an eye open so
whatever kid is near doesn't do something stupid.  Sometimes though, I'll
catch a reflection, when he doesn't think I can see him, that's... 
different."

   "Different how?"

   "It's hard to explain.  It could be my imagination.  It's almost like
he's touching me, from the other side of the room, in places strangers
aren't supposed to touch."

   "Have you told anyone about this?"

   "Uh-uh.  I only noticed a couple of times, never when anybody else is
around.  I wouldn't want to get him in trouble if it's just my imagination.
I wouldn't want to make trouble anyway.  It's not...  well, maybe it is
sort of creepy.  Mostly it's different.  This is going to sound really bad.
Promise you won't tell anyone?"

   "Promise."

   "At night, right before I fall asleep, I like to think about stuff. 
Things I did, things I might want to do, what it might be like, that sort
of thing."

   "That doesn't sound like anything bad."

   "I thought about this guy, like I caught him looking, he knew he was
caught and that I wasn't upset about it.  Would he ask me to go somewhere
private with him?"

   "If he did, would you?"

   "If he asked nice, didn't try to push me around or be a jerk about it?
Yeah, I'd go with him.  Ya know what else?  If it was really private,
nobody knew we were there or was going to bust in on us, and he wanted me
to undress, I'd do that too."

   "You're kidding!"

   "Uh-uh.  There's this old guy who made me do stuff but it was, like,
'get naked, do this, do that', nobody ever *asked* me.  I don't know what
that's like."

   Ian looked kind of embarrassed and things got really quiet for a minute.

   "The door behind the counter is to the room where I keep extra
inventory. I've got one corner set aside as office space.  You don't have
to go there.  If there is any chance that you will ever tell anybody, it
would be better if you left right now, no hard feelings, you're welcome to
come back and shop any time.  If you go in back I'll lock up and put out
the, 'back in an hour', sign.  I've never had a kid just come in an offer
to do what I asked.  I don't know what that's like either.  It would be
something really special if you helped me find out."

   *****

   "And you...?"

   "Like you said, on the desk, naked and spread for him when he came back
from locking the door.  He got something greasy out of a first aid kit in
the bottom desk drawer.  He did ask if it was really ok, you know, to just
do it.  It would have felt so mean to say no after taking it that far. 
Besides, I kind of...  you know..."

   "You wanted it."

   "It was different, knowing he thought it was something really special.
And being asked instead of told.  He watched me jack off while he did it,
getting real slow near the end to make sure I came before he did.  This is
going to sound weird.  It should have been, like, too embarrassing to even
think about.  Looking up at him with my stuff splattered on my tummy and
chest, his dick getting soft in my ass.  It was like I did something really
important.  Nothing I would brag about...  but really important.

   "You're right...  That's weird."
   
End of part 2